Flowing Magma


Smooth dark skin and brown eyes,
Holding flecks of the sun and the scent of pine.
Every morning I am taken aback by you,
Your skin the color of Earth from which we're made,
Skin of the sands of time.
Eyes that hold fire as entrancing as the dark of night,
No light is bright enough to counter
the beautiful veil you wear.

May I have forever to relish in your beauty,
May the sun never be jealous of my lover or my duty;
To honor and celebrate you,
To defend and praise you,
To comfort and raise you.
Might the Earth never reclaim you,
My wood skinned, magma eyed muse.

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